Cassiel's door was already open.
Not all the way. The width of a person, no more. An invitation that was also a test of how you walked through it, whether you pushed it wider or stepped through the gap it offered. Aelara stepped through the gap.
The room was small for a senior Council member. Cassiel had been offered the larger office twice and had declined both times, which Aelara had learned from Maren six months ago and had filed away as information about how Cassiel thought. A person who declined space was a person who understood that space could be a distraction. The desk was clear except for a single stack of papers, the ones from the session, still in the order they had been distributed. Cassiel was standing behind it.
